#cuorleone

       ❛ you know,   those letters esme sent me ----    i still have them.  i still read them,  sometimes. ❜   she spares a half-second glance at him before looking back into her lap,    ❛ it’s kind of --     sadistic of me. ❜

  “𝓘s it possible for you to simply turn off your ability to read minds?” Alistair asked, turning his head to see the other man that was standing adjacent to him. “I find it highly disrespectful, and frankly, I do not wish for my own thoughts to be broadcasted to such people as yourself.” He was never one to be subtle about certain things, more so if it affected him in such a personal way. He didn’t know the mind reader all too well- even if he did-- he wouldn’t be telling such personal information to him. 

        ❛  -----   your house is very pretty, ❜   she hums pleasantly,   following behind his hearty footsteps,  smiling gently at him as he guides her through a new corridor.    ❛ i’m a bit jealous.  i feel like,  even for a vampire,  i’m not living as nice as this. ❜     she makes conversation in ways that she can before she scurries forward,  cool hand wrapping around his hip from behind as lips whisper by his ear,    ❛ thanks for inviting me to your house,  mr. masen. ❜  

“mr. cullen i’m — frankly confused”. her tone is measured, her words carefully chosen; interrogations are far from her favorite aspect of her job, but one she’s still good at, nonetheless. her hands are joined on the steel table dividing them: quietly, she observes him. “you’re a model citizen, yet your alibi has proved inconsistent. i don’t know what to make of this”: